The day just began, the sun was shining and still no luck, I couldn't find anyone who knew anything about the mass kidnapping, other than the hobo who made up his own story about it. I wouldn't be interested of the case if it didn't have an effect on me but it did, the people kidnapped my childhood friends who I used to play and hang out with, their names are Rebecca and Andy. I wanted to save them even if it cost me my life, I value those people and they valued me too, they were family to me.

 I was done for the day and I needed to clear my head so I decided to go the bar and order a whiskey, the bar was filled with tough looking people so I tried my best to avoid everyone. As I was waiting for my drink a man sat next to me and didn't order anything. The man took a look at me and ordered a gin with lemon. 

"You ain't from around here aren't ya?" 

The man asked me with a grin on his face, I ignored him and turned away. My drink finally arrived so I took a sip, I took another sip and then drank it all. I ordered another drink, whiskey again. 

"You really like that stuff don't Cha?"

The man asked me again. I glared at him and tried to avoid talking with him, he seemed like an idiot so it was only for the best I didn't talk with him. I saw that the man was staring at my gun, he probably was wondering what gun it was. I tried to turn so that he wouldn't see it but he just kept staring at it. 

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"What kind of a gun is that? A toy gun?"

The man asked and did an awful smile, I counted that he had only had twelve teeth in his mouth so the smile was always awful and creepy. I was getting tired of the man so I got up, slammed the money on the table, and headed for the exit. 

"Heheh... A mute one ain't ya?"

The man asked again and laughed, the laugh sounded like an dying coyote and it was getting on my nerves. I stopped at the exit and stood there for a moment. The other people in the bar were glaring at the man. 

"What? He can hear?"

The man said and laughed again, he took a sip of his gin and continued to laugh. I turned back from the exit and walked up to the man and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pointed my gun at his forehead. 

"If you value your life, I recommend you to never judge a book by its cover, got that? I could kill you right here right now if that's what you really want."

I said to the man angrily and stared at him, the people stared at me and at my gun. The whole bar went silent, even the piano player stopped playing. Everyone who had a gun with them had taken them out to get ready for a shooting. I was reconsidering my plan so I let the man down and slowly put my gun back to its holster and stood there quiet. 

"Sorry for the trouble."

I said to the bartender and headed for the exit again, I was ready to get shot dead there but good that I had a huge backpack that was blocking most of my body. The backpack contained a lot of stuff for living, from spare socks to frying pans to tents, so it was almost impossible for the bullet to penetrate through all that.